Conventionality is born of stagnation and a reluctance to relinquish our grip on antiquated social observances. While it’s understandable that people want to revel in the bastion of the familiar and shun all things foreign, it should be etched into our very soul how important it is to learn and evolve beyond the mundane, for to grow stagnant is to stop moving forward, to allow convention the right of way is to disavow our own humanity and free will, and squelch the fire of imagination, and crush all possibility of really feeling as though we’re alive.
dissuaded and dissatisfied with the corrupt aide of the ego in my culpable hands, attempting to harness my peculiar reasoning for a lifestyle set in contradiction, and take on the ownership of self through the lens of rational dichotomy in autonomy… crafting a question somewhere centered inside all real personal belief to be asking while staying true to the absolute identity…
I am not greatest orator, but I can speak…My words are, to an extent, viral matter that conveys my dreams and ideas to others…Not to say that others understand what comes out of my head, but I do have my more lucid moments when the moment strikes me…I hate crutches, but that is what I prescribe to in order to make my questions heard, there is a system to getting these thoughts loose from the stasis of my bodily vessel…To type them is no less a challenge than to say them, the words that is, and it is Here that I can freely speak my mind’s eye without fear…Fear clouds many individuals from reaching their hiccups of realization, both the truths I speak of, and the sobering swing of reality’s scythe…Hopefully, by spitting out as much nonsense as possible, …
PART THREE…
“further manifestations of the dark side as reflected in industrial music today”
It is difficult to say where sound ‘evolved’ from. “Evil” is everywhere, but so is dichotomy, with an adequate amount of “good” to evoke a balanced state. As we derive more and more influence from what we read or hear, it changes the culture to help the intellect move forward, and the body inevitably follows closely. If it loses pace with the rest of it, the soul withers and dies, and leaving only the flesh to rot. A head filled with junk will soon penetrate into the heart, and a soul is easily flooded by relatively simple actions that become repetitive or habitual. You can speak of habits all you want, “bad” habits and “less better” habits, but that fact will not change the one whose visions …
I was working at a movie theater around the Cypress area at the time, and was well on my way to work, taking the tollway that would lead me there in the rush I created for myself by losing track of the traffic that day…A year since the automobile was not borrowed nor a ride given, and I feel like crap every time I think of the fact that I destroyed the only practical mode of transportation that can make life so much easier to take right now…I was arrested shortly after the accident, and taken to a disreputable local jail and losing so many valuable things…Even though I have come to realize that this is what life is about, overcoming obstacles that seem to fall so easily into one’s path, but emotionally it stays a challenge and makes …
Who cares what I think?…Sometimes even I don’t, but that won’t stop me from getting it out of my head…Even death does not seem like a plausible reason to quit or give up…Nonsense makes no sense until it has no choice but to evoke cryptic revelations and epiphanies, and the outstanding aspects are always the most overlooked for their subtler qualities of being…Do we truly think we are alone Here?…I believe that we aren’t, but the energy is still a part of us that takes no definite shape except through the imaginative spark…The creative spark is an internal interpreter of feelings and environment, and the input is channeled out of the creative and into what most artists produce as abstraction of the human experience, the dichotomy between the alien and the animal within each of us…This combination does not …
Sequences within the synchronicity to make a whole reality that we see and breathe…The organs pumping, whether well or infected with filthy germs, to make motion, and to stay in motion…What are these drooling menaces that walk like living things amidst our fettered dreams inside this bubble?…Why do their ill-virtuous movements break down the actions of valor like so much stomach acid digesting the details?…The angels and demons fighting over our version of the soul, each in time with a person’s ideas of what could possibly be real, and the battle always sways to meet the needs of the cosmic balance at best…Thoughts are drained remnants of these distilled and boiling souls…Bubbling up to the surface like steam, particles becoming more than the mass from which it leaves, and yet it is still a piece of the everything that …
Thinking negatively can be a detrimental piece to a person’s life….that they would rather be missing…However, living is never so wickedly simple, but indeed, so wickedly complex to find out the necessary answers…How do we affect the reality of what we do with our actions with the raw thoughts and imagination inside our minds?…How do we manifest destiny?…Yet despair follows those actions that aren’t so passionately executed?…Where can I confess my respect for this existence?…Somedays feel more futile than others…Inside of us all beats a pumping organ that will allow passion to be infused in every minute detail of this life…The spirit is what gives life and imagination to our works…Our flesh is the medium to pasting the puzzle all together…The mind is the logical thinking machine that presides over a will to be more than just an organism…All …
Thoughts are particles within the transmission of ideas, with the strength to radiate from out from the personal spirit, and words are used to reveal and convey the deeper meanings of these thoughts…The heart bends perspectives into various shapes and views throughout the ages that we exist Here, and bend the reality into our own visions, this is existence after all…Consciousness, as I perceive it, is the prominent gesture of surface reality that we day-to-day see, and through this we glimpse the external expressions of our thought’s deeper patterns…What else creates these things?…The flow of now is a powerful ripple of tensions bubbling to the surface, we all affect the stream as pebbles dropped into still water, and we leave ripples felt in all directions for short bounds….though some people use the universal energies to create potent aural gravitations…Riding …
Who are these people?…Jerks and bastards and creatures of the unpleasant kind surround us at all times, but their personalities can deceive us…What more filth has this digital world helped create?…Or merely even just access to these “free” ideas openly…spreading the viral wavelengths of the organism everywhere we can…Even as the breeds interrelate, and create more credit for the god money’s pocket of indebted souls, the brimstone and sulfur incense from macabre hellfire burn…The giant cloven fury of the beast’s lunacy as it rips out the spirit of whole generations living and dead, all to be deleted at the nimble claw of fear and sorrow, and I wonder who creates these living levels of hell?…It reeks of all of us, the whole bestial lot of us, but animal cannot be to blame for it is the only still natural …
